Sally Jean Evans sat up in bed. She heard a noise coming from Miriam and George's apartment directly below.
"Roger!" she hissed. "Wake up! I think something's wrong down at the Carisons'. Just listen don't you hear someone screaming?"
Roger sat up and listened for a long moment. He didn't hear anything at all. Sally Jean was probably having another nightmare.
"I don't hear anything, hon," he said, trying to soothe her. "I think you were dreaming. Come on, hon. We'd better get back to sleep. I've got a big day tomorrow. I have to show the new man around."
Sally Jean snuggled back down and tried to go to sleep. She wasn't sleepy any more, though. She lay there for a moment, wide awake, and wished she could wake Roger up again. He'd be mad if she did that though. Roger didn't like to wake up in the middle of the night.
Sally Jean snuggled right up to Roger's warm body. They were lying spoon fashion with Sally Jean's round butt cheeks right up against Roger's belly. She wiggled a little to try to get comfortable and then she had a very sexy idea.
Sally Jean bit down on her lower lip to keep from giggling. It might just work. She knew that she couldn't get back to sleep until she was good and tired. There was only one way to get good and tired in bed and that was to fuck. She would have to make Roger think that it was his idea, though. Roger didn't think that a wife should ever ask to fuck. That was a man's right. They could only fuck if it was Roger's idea. Sally Jean had found that out in a very distressing way.
Sally Jean remembered the night that she had asked Roger to fuck her. Roger had, been so outraged that he ended up spending the night on the couch. He said he wouldn't even sleep in the same bed with her if she acted like a whore. Sally Jean certainly wasn't going to make that mistake again. There were other ways of getting Roger to fuck her without coming right out and asking for it.
Sally Jean had discovered those too and she was getting very good at making Roger think that it was his idea.
Sally Jean snuggled up a little tighter to Roger's belly. She wiggled her butt cheeks against his sleeping cock, pushing it around and trying to wake it up without waking Roger.
She wiggled until she could feel it slip in the crack between her plump ass cheeks. Then she squeezed her butt together and rubbed it up and down in the crack of her ass.
Roger groaned. He wasn't awake yet but Sally Jean could feel his cock harden into a stiff pole poking between her butt cheeks. She resisted her urge to giggle. Part of her plan was to pretend to be asleep when Roger decided to do something about his hard cock. He couldn't very well accuse her of suggesting fucking when she was asleep.
Sally Jean felt Roger's cock get harder and harder as she squirmed against it. She was sure that Roger would wake up pretty soon. He couldn't ignore a cock that was as stiff as this for long.
Sally Jean squirmed a little more. Roger's cock was really poking out at her now. She gave a little sleepy sigh and spread her legs just a little so that Roger's cock would slip inside the warmth of her thighs. Then she held perfectly still and listened.
There was a subtle difference in Roger's breathing. He was still lying motionless but Sally Jean knew that he was awake. She sighed again and snuggled her round little ass cheeks against Roger's belly, wiggling provocatively.
"Sally Jean?" Roger whispered. "Are you awake, honey?"
Sally Jean held still. She hardly dared breathe. She wanted Roger to wake her up. She wasn't going to move until he reached out for her.
Roger grunted once. He reached down and touched his rock-hard cock. He was wide awake now. Something had made his cock hard. It must have been Sally Jean, snuggling up to him that way in her sleep.
Roger tried to shut his eyes again and go back to sleep. But his cock was throbbing so hard that sleep was impossible. He would have to wake up Sally Jean and take care of his hard-on. He could never get back to sleep in this condition.
"Hey, honey!" Roger whispered, reaching out to grab Sally Jean's arm. "Wake up, honey. I think you're going to like what I've got for you."
Sally Jean sighed and moaned sleepily. "Huh?" she said, pretending that she had been awakened from a sound sleep.
"Wake up, honey!" Roger demanded, a little louder this time. "I said I've got something for you!"
Sally Jean turned over with a toss of her wiggling butt cheeks. "What?" she mumbled. "What is it, honey?"
Roger chuckled. He loved to wake Sally Jean up like this. He could tell that she was still half-asleep. She acted all dazed and confused. She looked really cute that way, all sleepy and innocent.
Roger slipped his hand right over the thrusting mounds of Sally Jean's titties. She was waking up in a hurry now and she sighed as his fingers plucked at her rosy little nipples.
"What-what do you want, honey?" Sally Jean murmured. Then her eyes flew open wide and she looked straight at Roger with a dazed expression on her face.
"I've got something for you, sugar," Roger crooned. "Just take a look at this!"
Sally Jean looked down at Roger's cock. She shivered slightly and then she smiled shyly.
"Why, honey!" she gasped. "How did that happen? I thought you were sleeping."
Roger grinned proudly. "I guess I must have been dreaming about you, sugar," he replied diplomatically. "I sure can think of a good way to take care of this big old cock, though. Do you know what I mean?"
Sally Jean managed to look properly shocked and pleased at the same time. She knew that she mustn't look too eager. That would make Roger suspect that it was what she wanted all along.
"Ooooooh," Sally Jean sighed, staring right at the hard pole of Roger's big cock. "What are you going to do with that, honey?"
Roger chuckled. He liked it when Sally Jean acted innocent like that. It made him feel like a real man.
"You just wait and see," Roger chuckled. "Now roll over on your back and I'll show you what I'm going to do with it."
Sally Jean rolled over happily. This was working out just the way she'd planned it. She could see Roger's cock throbbing and swelling as he bent over her eager body. She could hardly wait until his cock was buried in her snug, moist pussy hole.
"Spread out your legs like a good girl," Roger commanded. "Just spread out your legs and close your eyes. I'm going to give you a real big surprise."
Sally Jean spread her legs. She closed her eyes but she peeked out between her long eyelashes. She wanted to see Roger's cock slide into her hot cunt. She knew she wasn't supposed to peek but Roger was much too horny to notice. She could close her eyes in a hurry if he looked at her face.
Roger crawled in between Sally Jean's legs. He held his big cock in his hand and fumbled a bit, trying to aim it at her pussy hole. Sally Jean wished that she could reach right up and help him. She wanted to jam his big cock right in her cunt mouth.
She didn't dare be that bold, though. Roger wanted to do everything by himself. He'd really be mad if he knew what she was thinking. A wife was supposed to be shy. Sally Jean wasn't even supposed to be thinking of helping him get his cock in her pussy hole.
Sally Jean almost moaned right out loud as she felt the big, fat head of Roger's prick pressing up against her cunt mouth. She kept her mouth shut, though. A little later on Sally Jean might be able to get away with making some noise. Right now Roger would stop if she acted horny. It wasn't ladylike to squeal or moan. That sort of behavior was for whores, not wives.
Roger's big cock hesitated right at the ring of Sally Jean's pussy hole. He tensed his butt cheeks and then he moved forward with as much force as he could. His cock went flying up the slippery channel of Sally Jean's cunt, making her whole body jerk with pleasure.
Sally Jean bit her lips. She couldn't say anything now. She wanted to scream out for Roger to fuck her hard, to move his cock back and forth in her pussy hole and make her come. But she couldn't respond until he asked her to.
Roger felt the heat and wetness of Sally Jean's cunt. He gasped in surprise. No matter how many times he fucked her he was always amazed at the heat and tightness of her pussy. Sally Jean had a cunt like a little girl. It was so tight sometimes Roger felt like coming the moment his oock slid into that tight, shuddering channel.
"Mmmmm," Roger groaned. "It's nice honey real nice. You've got the hottest pussy I've ever fucked!"
Sally Jean's eyes fluttered open in surprise. Roger'd never said anything like that before. She wondered whose pussy he'd fucked besides hers. Roger had always said that he'd never looked at another woman since they'd been married. Sally Jean wasn't so sure now. Roger could have meant someone he fucked before they were married, but Sally Jean doubted that. She remembered the times that he'd stayed out late, drinking with the boys. There had been lots of things that Sally Jean had noticed without saying anything to Roger about them. There was the time that the telephone had rung and then whoever was calling had hung up as soon as they heard Sally Jean's voice.
Sally Jean wanted to ask Roger about whose pussy he had fucked. But she didn't dare do that. If Roger got mad at her he would pull his cock right out of her pussy and stop fucking her. Now was not the time to ask any touchy questions. That could come later.
Roger was really working up steam now. He plunged his cock in and out of Sally Jean's pussy hole. It felt so good that Sally Jean almost cried out in delight. She remembered in time and bit on her lip to keep her mouth closed. She didn't want anything to spoil this fuck.
Roger felt the heat of Sally Jean's pussy increase. It felt just like he was plunging his cock into a raging volcano now. It was so hot and tight that his cock stretched right to the back of her pussy channel and banged right up against her womb.
"Put your legs up, honey," Roger commanded. "I want my cock to go deep. I want to slam it right in the back of your puss."
Sally Jean didn't wait for a second invitation. She had wanted to put her legs up a long time ago. Now that Roger had told her to do it, it was all right. Sally Jean's legs flew around his back and she held on for dear life.
Roger felt his cock go in as deep as possible. He was shoving so deep that it battered against her womb. His cock was in all the way to his balls now and they slapped against Sally Jean's ass cheeks each time he lunged.
"Is it good, honey?" Roger asked, almost breathless with his fierce thrustings.
"Ooooh, yes!" Sally Jean replied. It was all she could do to hold back her words of delight. She was expected to say yes but she wasn't supposed to explain just how wonderful it did feel. That wouldn't be proper. Roger wouldn't like that at all.
Sally Jean felt the familiar rush of heat right in the middle of her spasming pussy tunnel. The walls contracted and slipped against the side of Roger's big prick, squeezing it like tiny fingers. The more her pussy squeezed the better it felt. Sally Jean knew that she was going to come soon. She just hoped that she wouldn't make too much noise when it happened. Roger didn't like her to squeal and howl when she came. He said that wasn't nice.
Sally Jean held her breath. The blazing thrills were coming faster and faster now. She could feel her pussy mouth clamping in and out, squeezing Roger's cock like a vise. She just couldn't hold back any longer now. Her pussy was tight on the edge of orgasm.
"Ooooooooh!" Sally Jean hollered. She just couldn't stop the cry of joy that filled her throat. She didn't care if Roger was mad or not. She just had to holler, when she came. No one could keep quiet when something that wonderful happened to them.
Roger froze for an instant. He felt Sally Jean start to come. It would serve her right if he pulled his cock right out and refused to fuck her any more. She knew better than to howl like that.
Roger tried to pull his cock out but he was just too horny. It would kill him to stop now. He was almost coming himself and he sure didn't want to stop fucking Sally Jean's blazing cunt. He would have to let it go this time. He could figure out some other way of punishing her when he had taken care of his swelling cock. Right now Roger was concerned with the way his balls were pumping. The cum was rising up in his cock shaft and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before the cum splashed out of the end of his prick.
"Suck it out, honey," Roger commanded. "Take it all. I'm going to fill up your pussy with my cream!"
Roger thrust once more. His cock slid to the very back of Sally Jean's pussy and quivered for an instant. Then it exploded in great, splashing bursts of cream, filling up her hot cunt.
Sally Jean howled again with delight as the cum splashed to the very back of her fluttering pussy tunnel. This time she was safe, though. Roger didn't hear her. He was enjoying himself so much that he couldn't hear anything besides his own grunts and moans of pleasure.
Sally Jean's pussy spasmed and spasmed. She was afraid that she was never going to stop coming. It felt so wonderful she didn't ever want to stop. Her legs clamped tightly around Roger's back and her pussy walls squeezed around his exploding cock, milking every drop of cum out of his balls.
Roger was so satisfied when he rolled off Sally Jean's lush body that he forgot all about bawling her out for making so much noise when she came. He just rolled over to his side of the bed and sank back into sleep, sighing deeply in satisfaction.
Sally Jean lay there for a moment, wide awake. Her pussy was satisfied now but she didn't really feel good about it. There were too many questions floating around in her head.
Sally Jean sighed. Why wouldn't Roger let her act like a real woman? She was sure that other women's husbands didn't get mad when they squealed in pleasure. She bet that some of those other wives were a lot bolder than she was too. They probably grabbed their husbands' cocks when they wanted to fuck and came right out and said so. It would be wonderful if she could do something like that.
Sally Jean gave a little shiver of excitement. There was one chance of changing Roger. She was pretty sure that he had been fucking other women. All the little things she noticed were adding up in her head. Roger must have been out fucking some other woman the night he came home with perfume all over him. He said that one of the secretaries, had broken a bottle on his desk but Sally Jean didn't believe that story for a minute. Then there was the mysterious phone call. It all added up.
Sally Jean smiled slowly in the darkness. If she could actually catch Roger fucking another woman, get some sort of proof of his infidelity, then she'd have a right to make some demands of her own. If Roger was cheating on her, she had the right to cheat on him. The thought made Sally Jean blush with excitement. Then she could fuck with another man a man who was different from Roger – a man who would want her to be bold and squeal out her joy when he fucked her.
Sally Jean made up her mind. She would have to do some checking up on Roger. If she found positive proof that he was going out on her, she would have the right to confront him with it. Then, if Roger didn't start treating her right, she could go out and find the kind of man who would.
Sally Jean dropped off to sleep with the image of her dream lover in her mind. He would be wild in bed and he would let her do anything she wanted to do. What a change from stuffy old Roger. All she had to do was prove that he was fooling around and she could start looking for her dream lover in the flesh.